insprinc haptbandun
Dustbeams streak in luminescent
silhouettes,
time-melt,
paradiso,
the seafarer, harbinger of sin, linear
elastics;
a rood for
my faith,
my eyes no longer eyes, but
visions,
visions,
visions of a scientific
masterpiece.
The nebula is but a clotted bagpipe;
sonic star maps peer into the fathoms of the
night,
until it is I and
I alone,
trapped in
dreamers synthesis.
We made the Muses sing. History hewn in
marrow-bone,
the King is
dead, long live the dead King.
Bring me my vellum, in
feldspar shall I cast
the dying formation
of a galaxy.